Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 377-Rolls Reversed Ella

The gift burns through me and the ice strips away from my body faster than I

thought possible, water sliding to the floor as I push myself out, as I free my legs

and start to run.

I have to grab the door frame as I fly into the hall, using it to pivot around the

corner and keep running towards the lobby where scared humans and wolves

are pressed against the walls, staring around in hushed voices as nurses begin

to treat those who were worst wounded by the rogue priestess who came

through apparently willing to hurt anyone in her path –

I ignore them though I can’t give them any of my attention right now. I’m

focused, instead, on finding my son. I tear through the lobby, hurling the door

open at the front of the clinic and bolting through it. I’m already running, my

head swiveling, looking for any sign of the Priestess when I hear my name.

“Ella!” I spin, looking everywhere, and finally see Hank on the ground, his hand

pressed against his head, his jaw looking painfully swollen. Before I can say

anything though, he shoots a hand to his right, pointing off into the distance.

“That way!” Hank shouts. “Roger – Sinclair – ”

I gasp in relief – but then fear chases it as I realize that I have no real idea what

Hank means when he indicates that they’re here –

I start off at a sprint, using all of my senses, needing to find them –

It’s not long, though, before I see Roger stumbling towards me, covered in blood

a little blue bundle in his armsA cry rips from my throat as I put on an extra spurt of speed to get to his side,

reaching for my baby boy, tears bursting from my eyes and streaming from my

face as Roger comes stumbling to a halt, holding him out to me.

“Is he “I gasp, grabbing my baby, simultaneously trying to hold him close and

look him over –

“He’s fine, Ella -” Roger says, taking me by the shoulders. But I don’t look up at

him, instead sobbing down at my little boy, who wails like a banshee in

unhappiness and fright. I scan him through my tears but it looks like – I can’t see

wrongI close my eyes, seeking my bond with my child – hoping

can’t reach it, because

his hands still hard on my shoulders. “I’m

but… Dominic” He

clearing behind the

at Roger’s face when

see how grave his

drains from me. Like

follow his gaze, and I

each other in the darkness. One covered in

robes, the other…

again in an instant, as fast as I can go

the baby in my

someone tug at Rafe and my instincts kick in, making me snap

snarl, my

mouth

and puts up his hands, showing me that

fast. “Ella, the gift – you have to get to him

me the baby

breaks every part of my poor motherly heart to hand Rafe over

every molecule within me screaming to hold him close, to

go again…

glance towards those forms

his godfather. Roger

I take off,

Sinclair

eyes open in the forest and wince as the bright white light stings

covering the top half of my face

morning?

then I realize, quite

remember going

wary, trying to

not even

Inside at all…

around the bright forest and

hands over the crisp white linens. Where

handsome,” a soft voice says, and I whip my head up to look at her

I blink, trying to clear

she’s so beautiful. She’s got to

you an angel?” I ask, my voice low with awe.

soft smile I expect, instead bursting

her head and coming close

in her hands and smiling down into my face.

confused. Think about

“Am I…am I dead?”

slowly shaking her head. “No, baby,” she

I’d be worried about these questions, except

You’re just

her. But she just smiles

herself in my lap. My arms wrap